Mark Heathcote

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StoryTen For The Ten Commandments (IP) well-wisher914 years 2 weeks ago
StoryNicknames for Aislinn Mark Heathcote414 years 6 months ago
StoryLove is the drug shoe814 years 6 months ago
Storyplease (don't ) marry me! shoe1514 years 6 months ago
Storythe affair shoe1314 years 6 months ago
StoryNo two people Mark Heathcote214 years 10 months ago
StorySpring Fever jennifer214 years 10 months ago
StoryEunectes Murinus Anna Marie314 years 11 months ago
StoryToothless Wander lenchenelf914 years 11 months ago
StoryHow royally Avant-garde am I? Mark Heathcote115 years 1 month ago
StoryNearly human (again) Nick.A315 years 3 months ago
StoryDo the British take their brollies? Mark Heathcote615 years 5 months ago
StoryVII Stanzas Mark Heathcote215 years 5 months ago
StoryA Lovely Day Jupiter1815 years 6 months ago
StoryThe Trouble with Grace Silver Spun Sand3015 years 7 months ago
StoryChaosity Kills jennifer216 years 4 weeks ago
StoryPenetrates jennifer116 years 4 months ago
StoryThe music of one’s love is deaf and dumb Mark Heathcote316 years 4 months ago
StoryA Cautionary Tale MistakenMagic216 years 7 months ago
StoryIn these cormorant hours spent swift Mark Heathcote216 years 8 months ago

My stories

Lucinda

By Mark Heathcote on Fri, 19 Jun 2009

Lucinda, I’m so cold can you tell me? Is it winter in here because there’s Such a chill that it could kill every man With a woman’s scorn a woman’s will.
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Time is a winged chariot

By Mark Heathcote on Tue, 16 Jun 2009

Time is a winged chariot So spread those wings Of burnish twilight gold Learn to fly above the fold Because child time is not For keeping on your side Youth it is a gift! No-worm suppresser
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Sanatorium, women

By Mark Heathcote on Tue, 16 Jun 2009

Sanatorium, women I’m under lock and key Trap in a web of delirium... Never to break free From those sweet interims Of your loves insanity, misery! Sanatorium, women
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Afraid you’d lose your virtue

By Mark Heathcote on Tue, 16 Jun 2009

You had to delegate Something deep inside of me Because I was like an abbot Hiding in his little grey monastery Trembling in his grazed brown; size 9 shoes. Afraid to gaze at you
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The heart whispers

By Mark Heathcote on Tue, 09 Jun 2009

The heart whispers faint old fears once again! And these hands dither holding fag ends Neck shaking stiffens within the membrane The cortex quivers and a storm, transcends.
Love
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